[A hesitation. Something in her face stills then, some measure of the warmth eking off her drying up. Her attention becomes very direct, beady even, though for an instant her mind drifts-- elsewhere; in a breath she is remote and strange, a shell for something else. A great creature lurking in the darkness of the sublime expanse of the multiverse who has, for a second, forgotten the necessity of maintaining this face as she courses out for an answer that might be useful to him.
In another breath, Cathaway softens. She blinks, studying him as if for the first time.]
We have been a part of Station 72 for fifty years. The hosts which guided us when we first arrived were similar. So we suspect at least a century and a half. Maybe two.
[That isn't so long, is it?]
We'd prefer to be done with it, but our resources are limited. As long as our enemy continues to attack us and persists in shredding through the multiverse to do it, we must respond in kind. We believe they do what they do - mangling universes - in an attempt to find a way to access this place or places like it. With enough interference, perhaps they could find a way to reach the Station and destroy us more completely.
no subject
In another breath, Cathaway softens. She blinks, studying him as if for the first time.]
We have been a part of Station 72 for fifty years. The hosts which guided us when we first arrived were similar. So we suspect at least a century and a half. Maybe two.
[That isn't so long, is it?]
We'd prefer to be done with it, but our resources are limited. As long as our enemy continues to attack us and persists in shredding through the multiverse to do it, we must respond in kind. We believe they do what they do - mangling universes - in an attempt to find a way to access this place or places like it. With enough interference, perhaps they could find a way to reach the Station and destroy us more completely.